I’m happy. I really am.
Talking to you doesn’t make me happy because all you do is fake your happiness. It’s really irritating. If “sorry” isn’t good enough for you, then I give up. If you’re expecting me to leave Mike for you, then you’re out of luck, boy. Cause I’m happy with him.
Yeah maybe I used you, but you knew it from the beginning. I told you I didn’t want anything serious with you. I feel like I made a mistake with you and maybe I did.
I guess this means we’re through.
